In the heart of a desert that had once buried countless dreams and bones.
Ye Chuan watched Yamcha, who was dressed in a baseball uniform and intently practicing his swing, and a flicker of amusement crossed his dark eyes.
The script of the man's tragic life flashed through his mind like a movie.
An original companion who had once been a desert bandit and come to know Son Goku through a fight.
He had once made a fool of himself countless times because of his extreme fear of women, only to end up in a failed, years-long relationship with Bulma, the wealthiest genius girl in this world, that had come to nothing.
He had also once staked his life on protecting Earth, fighting brutal battles against Piccolo Daimao, the Saiyans, and the Androids, yet his ultimate moment in the spotlight had not been any heroic victory.
Instead, an insignificant Saibaman had taken him down with it in a deeply humiliating self-destruction, turning him into an eternally iconic image that would spread across countless dimensions in ages to come.
A faint smile of wicked amusement curled Ye Chuan's lips.
In the end, after one cruel blow from reality after another, Yamcha had finally come to fully recognize the absolute gulf between himself and true monsters like Son Goku and Vegeta, as vast as that between heaven and earth.
He had abandoned the tedious martial path that offered no hope.
And chosen an entirely new road instead.
"What a..."
Ye Chuan watched the former wolf, still working up a sweat in his efforts to hit a home run, and a playful gleam crossed his eyes.
"...thoroughly tragic character."
He made a decision.
A decision to tear apart the tragic script that fate had long since written for the man before him.
He